They Made Us Ghosts
The crown erased us before it ever killed us.
Rachel Camila was born a princess—then quietly replaced.
Churchill was raised as her future king—then ordered to disappear with her.
For the sake of a “stable throne,” false heirs were crowned, history rewritten, and the real royal bloodline buried alive beneath the palace they once called home. Officially, Rachel and Churchill never existed. Their names were struck from records. Their parents were “sent away.” The kingdom moved on.
But they survived.
Cast into the lower districts, hunted, starving, and powerless, Rachel and Churchill were taken in by an old assassin who taught them a cruel truth: justice is never given—it is taken with blood. Weak to strong, blade by blade, they were rebuilt not as rulers, but as weapons.
They do not return for the throne.
They return for the truth.
As the kingdom rots under a regime that rules like a mafia in crowns—silencing witnesses, disappearing citizens, and turning hunger into control—rumors begin to spread of two ghosts killing only those who deserve it.
The deeper Rachel and Churchill dig, the clearer the betrayal becomes: their parents are still alive, imprisoned beneath the palace, hidden because someone knows the truth—and is terrified of it.
Love becomes their greatest weakness and their only reason to keep breathing. Trained to kill together, bleed together, and survive nights that should have broken them, they choose each other even when it costs them allies, safety, and mercy.
The crown chose silence.
They chose vengeance.
And by the time the kingdom realizes the ghosts are real, it is already too late to run.
The kingdom erased its true prince and princess—so they returned as assassins, not to rule, but to burn the lie down together.